Gemma: A Mafia Forbidden Romance

I look at her amazed, I think she stunned me into silence. I’ve never heard anyone in either of our families say those words. It’s always been preached to me that blood is above everything.

But loyalty has to be earned.

I think I like that better.

She curls back into my chest while I consider her words. Eventually, her eyes close and she falls asleep.

I leave a satisfied and sleeping Gemma in the room while I go to feed my nicotine addiction. That girl is something else. After I had her begging and panting she got on her knees for me. My cock perks back up at the thought of her there, black hair falling over her shoulders and her dark eyes looking up at me.

There is no sight more beautiful.

I lean back against the brick wall of the hotel while I light my cigarette and take a long drag. I’m fucked, I know. I never want to leave this hotel room, this little bubble I’ve built with Gemma. She’s more than just a good fuck, I love having her next to me.

Even holding her while she cried in my arms last night didn’t stop me from wanting to be here with her. She might be the only person who understands my pain, the fucked up world we live in.

I don’t think either of us are built for this life.

We’re two fucked up souls in this world. Neither of us are perfect, we’re not meant for love, we’re not made for long walks on the beach and picnics in the park.

We’re fucking broken.

But I’m grateful to be in her presence. I’d worship the ground that woman walks on.

As long has she stands by my side, I’ll never fucking let her go.

Gemma DelGado is unlike anyone else.

When I get back to the hotel room, she’s put on her lacy panties and my white t-shirt and she’s flipping through the room service menu.

She looks up at me with her pretty brown eyes and bright smile.

I want to freeze this picture of her in my mind forever. Thoroughly fucked, barefaced, my t-shirt, and that happy look.

“I need food.” She tells me.

“Whatever you want, Princess. I’ll get you whatever you fucking desire.” I walk toward her so I can plant a kiss on her lips.

“Mmm, can I have a pony?”

I chuckle. “Sure.”

There’s a knock on the door that surprises both of us. “I thought you didn’t order food yet?” I ask, walking toward the sound. I grab my gun that I tucked in the closet, just in case and open the door.

Before I can even register what’s happening, there's a sharp sting on my face and I’m knocked backward.

I hear the door slam.

Gemma screams.

There’s someone on me, punching, and I can’t figure out what’s happening fast enough to respond. I’m turned over and my hands are pulled behind my back, someone tugs my hair enough to lift my head so I can see Gemma.

She’s screaming while a man with dark hair grabs her and holds her back.

He holds her away from me.

“Let her fucking go!” I growl, earning me a kick to the ribs.

The man with dark hair leans down in front of me, finally giving me a good look at his face.